We sat by ourselves, still looking for company;all I could think of was what was on your mind.You tried to be kind,but I blocked your feelings.Now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet roomand cry.You tried to make me one,but I always hide when there's a glimpse of sun.Running along in sunlight meadowsyour eyes were never more than half-closed:through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you.I tried to be trueto the way that you thought I ought to bebut, in spite of all my efforts,I failed.I tried to make you seebut your eyes were blind to all but the bad in me.What do you think I meanwhen I say that I need you?How am I supposed to seemwhen we hit another problem and the answersare all torn from my book?Our lives are on paths we just can't control;we can grow closer as we get old....Can you imagine us as we adjust?Can you imagine usgetting near eighty;we live more sedately, still hoping the dream willcome true?We'll try to be secure....But I'm of uncertain mindand how can I be sure? how can I be sure? how can I be sure?